it's a sign of poor writing to kill off your main character you sub-human

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no matter what it was the finale movie of the saga. It's a good idea to have a well-written sacrifice.
You want a relevant example of how not to do it?
SHADOW THE RECOLOR.

Or better yet: why the hell is The Walking Dead: The Game so popular? It's a very well written story with an ending where your main character does die. Does that show a sign of "poor" writing?
It's only poor writing when they rush the death with almost no explanation (and no one even makes a big deal about it) or it's offscreen. Basically, Alien 3's first 20 minutes.

it's a sign of poor writing to kill off your main character you sub-human

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no matter what it was the finale movie of the saga. It's a good idea to have a well-written sacrificeno it's not.
You want a relevant example of how not to do it?
SHADOW THE RECOLOR.never said that was a good idea either why is this even being brought up
Or better yet: why the hell is The Walking Dead: The Game so popular? It's a very well written story with an ending where your main character does die. Does that show a sign of "poor" writing?yes, the quality of the walking dead in general is piss-poor
It's only poor writing when they rush the death with almost no explanation (and no one even makes a big deal about it) or it's offscreen. Basically, Alien 3's first 20 minutes.it's poor writing even when the death isn't rushed

it's a sign of poor writing to kill off your main character you sub-human

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no matter what it was the finale movie of the saga. It's a good idea to have a well-written sacrificeno it's not.
You want a relevant example of how not to do it?
SHADOW THE RECOLOR.never said that was a good idea either why is this even being brought up
Or better yet: why the hell is The Walking Dead: The Game so popular? It's a very well written story with an ending where your main character does die. Does that show a sign of "poor" writing?yes, the quality of the walking dead in general is piss-poor
It's only poor writing when they rush the death with almost no explanation (and no one even makes a big deal about it) or it's offscreen. Basically, Alien 3's first 20 minutes.it's poor writing even when the death isn't rushed

Though he's been put into an absolute corner, or what he perceives as one anyway, Tronrowcole smirks to himself in satisfaction as he sits at his computer screen, after reading the succinct reply to his post over and over again, making sure to soak in its contents. Realizing there is no other way, he leans back in his chair and thinks to himself that the time has come.

'It's been months, but I finally have the ultimate trump card to play on this ILikeBlackMage bastard who's been arguing with me over the internet for what feels like ages now.'

As he reminisces to himself and sees the images in his mind of all the times he's been pounced upon and harped on for his (admittedly sort of idiotic) comments, he realizes that with this, it all comes to an end. The perfect comeback. Truly there is no insult more ingenious, no point more solid, no words more hurtful. The second his oppressor sees these words, he knows he'll go running in terror. All he has to do is type them out and make his humiliation public for the world to see.

'I've got nothing else to say in defense of my shitty comment about the writing of the super-amazing videogame The Walking Dead, and I have nothing to lose. It's time for me to play my final gambit. The ultimate weapon.'

His fingers twitch and he shudders in anticipation, realizing full well the gravity of the words he's about to place on the screen. Every individual letter is meant to be a piercing stab through the heart of his opponent, the pain he's felt many times before. As he types in the white box at the bottom of the screen, even he can hardly believe the potency of the words that appear on his computer screen. He feels as if the roof of his humble New Jersey abode is going to collapse the second he clicks "Post Reply," since the reaction will be so powerful. He doesn't care. Why should he? After all, it's over. With this, he finally won. He could finally prove his worth to the prestigious IGN Sonic Board community. All facets of internet life would know the name Nvzman Tronrowcole, and he would be heralded as the greatest hero in all the Internet.

Once again, he looks upon his words and gulps, wondering just how he was capable of typing such a virulent and caustic remark. What kind of dark, nightmarish fantasy took place in his own mind that spawned these words? It must have been a hell unlike any other, but now, that was no more. His rise to power and glory would come with a mere nine words. Lips trembling, he can't help but read the dastardly words to himself.

"Well, fuck you and your generic anime-ass obsession."

Brilliant. Perfect. Utterly foolproof. But...perhaps it was a little too harsh. Not only that, when the community heralds him as a hero, he would like to be known as a benevolent one. Though it took a bit more thinking power, he finally came up with a way to save face for the crowd. With haste, he adds a small afterword, a minor epilogue to his incredible epic of an insult. Satisfied, he looks over the post-script and nods to himself.

"Or maybe I'm getting someone mixed up..."

Of course he wasn't, though. This was merely to give his enemy an opportunity to attempt to back off, but there was no going back. No hiding from the terror of his immaculate comeback. All he needed to do was click "Post Reply" and wait for his glorious victory. Until then, it was only a matter of time.

Though he's been put into an absolute corner, or what he perceives as one anyway, Tronrowcole smirks to himself in satisfaction as he sits at his computer screen, after reading the succinct reply to his post over and over again, making sure to soak in its contents. Realizing there is no other way, he leans back in his chair and thinks to himself that the time has come.

'It's been months, but I finally have the ultimate trump card to play on this ILikeBlackMage bastard who's been arguing with me over the internet for what feels like ages now.'

As he reminisces to himself and sees the images in his mind of all the times he's been pounced upon and harped on for his (admittedly sort of idiotic) comments, he realizes that with this, it all comes to an end. The perfect comeback. Truly there is no insult more ingenious, no point more solid, no words more hurtful. The second his oppressor sees these words, he knows he'll go running in terror. All he has to do is type them out and make his humiliation public for the world to see.

'I've got nothing else to say in defense of my shitty comment about the writing of the super-amazing videogame The Walking Dead, and I have nothing to lose. It's time for me to play my final gambit. The ultimate weapon.'

His fingers twitch and he shudders in anticipation, realizing full well the gravity of the words he's about to place on the screen. Every individual letter is meant to be a piercing stab through the heart of his opponent, the pain he's felt many times before. As he types in the white box at the bottom of the screen, even he can hardly believe the potency of the words that appear on his computer screen. He feels as if the roof of his humble New Jersey abode is going to collapse the second he clicks "Post Reply," since the reaction will be so powerful. He doesn't care. Why should he? After all, it's over. With this, he finally won. He could finally prove his worth to the prestigious IGN Sonic Board community. All facets of internet life would know the name Nvzman Tronrowcole, and he would be heralded as the greatest hero in all the Internet.

Once again, he looks upon his words and gulps, wondering just how he was capable of typing such a virulent and caustic remark. What kind of dark, nightmarish fantasy took place in his own mind that spawned these words? It must have been a hell unlike any other, but now, that was no more. His rise to power and glory would come with a mere nine words. Lips trembling, he can't help but read the dastardly words to himself.

"Well, fuck you and your generic anime-ass obsession."

Brilliant. Perfect. Utterly foolproof. But...perhaps it was a little too harsh. Not only that, when the community heralds him as a hero, he would like to be known as a benevolent one. Though it took a bit more thinking power, he finally came up with a way to save face for the crowd. With haste, he adds a small afterword, a minor epilogue to his incredible epic of an insult. Satisfied, he looks over the post-script and nods to himself.

"Or maybe I'm getting someone mixed up..."

Of course he wasn't, though. This was merely to give his enemy an opportunity to attempt to back off, but there was no going back. No hiding from the terror of his immaculate comeback. All he needed to do was click "Post Reply" and wait for his glorious victory. Until then, it was only a matter of time.

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and this was the reply I thought the least about sending
WAITAMINUTE...
I am not the nvzman. Must've been the perfect fucking time for me to sign up...

Not much from Gen IV to Gen V changed. Gen V compensated by giving us way more pokemon though, and apparently by lasting not as long. Gen VI could bring new things to the table. Competitvefuds will now be forced to train the proper autistic way to get competitive viable pokemon. Until we get Pokegen 2.0.